Her neck turns to reveal her round face, button nose, and just enough cleavage that tells my body she’s built for active duty.
Her front is as stunning as the back, but those eyes.
Those aquamarine, deep blue eyes take any wind I have left right outta me.
I stand frozen to the spot, scanning her from top to bottom one more time, wanting someone to pinch or slap me so I know this is real.
Her dress is pure white, with lace sleeves and a lace-up, satin bodice design that only highlights her stunning figure even more.
I stand in between two rows of large wooden pews, frozen.
Our eyes lock even from a distance, and as if my entrance hadn’t been embarrassing enough, I can already feel the almost forgotten sensation of my dick starting to pulse to life.
A hard on that could cut brick forming at the front of my jeans.
But for some reason, I don’t mind.
I hope she can see it. Hope she does see it.
Sees what she’s doing to me from fifty feet away.
God only knows what she could do to me at point-blank range.
The image of my face between her sweet breasts and thighs gives a definite edge to my growing arousal.
My mouth is suddenly dry like hot sand and there is a pounding in my ribs that feels like my heart is trying to escape my body.
Rhys’s words echo in my mind.
‘Clara’s kid, Piper. You remember her? She’s still being fitted for her dress…’
It couldn’t be.
It can’t be.
The daughter of my best friend’s fiancé?
Bridesmaid at their wedding?
Today just went from challenging to complicated, to I need to get her alone.
All to myself.
Pukey Piper?
All grown up, and although it’s totally out of character for me, I’m already thinking about her body tangled with mine.
Filling her as I empty my seed into her over and over again.
They say, love, at first sight, is real, but it isn’t always.
Sometimes it takes a decade for a flower to bloom.
And Piper’s not only a rare bud, she’s about to blossom.
And I wanna be that man to claim her sweetness as my own.
Forever.
The only word that comes to mind isn’t dirty as I try to walk towards her.
Try and fail to keep my arousal from showing the closer I get.
Pre-rehearsal?
We can have a rehearsal twice a day until the big day for all I care.
As long as I can get more of this, I’ll be happy.
Chapter Two
Piper
“Because I’m eighteen now, mom. Hell, I’m not a kid and I don’t need a babysitter,” I shout, feeling my whole body shaking.
It could be low blood sugar. Or the fact that apart from being roped into being a bridesmaid for my mom’s wedding, she’s now laying it on thick that I can’t stay home by myself when she and Rhys go away on their honeymoon.
What the actual crap?
Mom’s eyes narrow, and I can see her body tremble as she musters as much calm as she can.
“There’s no need to swear, or shout, Piper,” she reminds me curtly.
Normally I’d apologize, or at least make an effort to calm down. But the prospect of the whole place to myself for a few weeks has been the one thing that’s kept me going lately.
Seeing mom so happy is nice, but her and Rhys? They’ve been on-again and off-again so many times.
Now marriage? But it’s losing the time alone to myself once they honeymoon I can’t deal with.
It feels messed up, but I have to admit it really does seem different with them this time around.
Like mom’s almost forgotten or forgiven Rhys for ever being a Marine.
I dunno why, but whenever they have an argument it’s the first thing she brings up.
How if he’d never joined up, if he’d never stayed so close to his best friend, Reeve, he’d never have broken his back, wouldn’t have almost got himself killed is what she really means.
Even though he has recovered nicely.
But right now. Right at this moment, I can only think of how my own plans are being ruined.
Being treated like I’m eight, not eighteen.
“I’m an adult now, mom,” I growl, clamping my jaw shut tight to try and stop more words from coming out, but it’s useless.
Once she says it’s final, that while I live under her roof I live by her rules that’s it.
The sound of her husband-to-be, Rhys pulling up out front is the only thing that diffuses the tension.
Making me feel stupid and more than bratty when he pokes his head around the door after knocking and letting himself in.
“Bad time?” he asks, picking up on my mood instantly, but mom is swift to make sure he stays, gripping hold of him and telling him everything’s fine.
“I was just trying to explain to Piper about having someone to stay over while we’re away on our honeymoon,” she says.
“We can talk about that later,” he says diplomatically, giving me a friendly smile and a look that tells me he’s on my side too.